A plea to the erotic writer.

Resist the urge to revise the words  
that describe her slipping her jeans back on.
 
Keep her nude, bringing to light  
her long, curly hair sprawled across her creamy skin.
 
Let her idle away time on her bed, legs spread, skin pale.  
If she were to moan from self-pleasure, allow it.  
Let her lie on cotton duvet covers by the window,  
where the horny sun stares wide-eyed,  
full of heat and perspiration.
 
And if you could, write me into the scene.  
I wish to join her until the sun goes down.